Nature Is Divine

some forty years ago I went fishing one early sunday morning. Returning to the cottage my grandma let me know how upset she was and that I should get ready for church. I told her that I already paid my respects to god by communing with nature, it didn't work I still had to sit in a stuffy building where the the main thing I thought about was getting out of there.

I still think that any patch of nature is a better church than any man made erect (oops I mean) structure